From the Winery:"Hooves bit into dust. The Sons of Sugarland were storming home. War, eight years of it, had made them hard. Their faces were tattered, and their hearts had little room for mercy, much for vengeance. At the outbreak of war, the brothers Finn led Greatwood's men of honor to the frontlines. But there were those who stayed behind, and time gave heed to the wicked. Cowards foolishly started plundering the innocent, thinking their spoil would come without recompense. Women, cattle, corn, booze; nothing remained untouched by these yellowbellies. They showed no dread of justice. But news would reach the itchin' ears of the brothers Finn. Matters back home needed tendinging to, and justice was approaching like a desert storm."